“And then he placed his mouth so close to my ear I could basically feel him breathing. As he opened his mouth to say something I felt the breath that he took in, it grazed my neck. And the way he spoke I mean, oh so deep and charming.”

Sitting on a stool in a dirty apron, Jamie had her chin in her palms and her elbows resting on the counter, listening intently as if the whole world was riding on what Tina had to say next.

“And? Come on, what did he say?”

Tina actually considered the question put before her very deeply but could not regain any memory. She frowned at the lack of knowledge.  “I don’t know. Damn. What a nerd I am, having dreams about the most gorgeous, wonderful guy in all the world and I have no idea what he says to me in them.”

Jamie stretched her body upwards upon her chair then leant back to dangle her legs. She was a lanky little kid that Martha had taken pity on. Ever since they had met, Tina and Jamie got on like a house on fire, probably because one night closing the caf together, they almost set the place alight from an over boiling pot. Martha never found out and Jamie and Tina became as close as sisters.

“I still think it’s absolutely adorable. It’s gotta be a vision or something. You keep having him in your dreams, it’s got to mean something.”

Tina giggled. “I reckon.”

At that moment, Martha strode past with steaming breakfasts. Jamie’s eyes lit up as the smell of hot scrambled eggs reached her. She leapt off the stool to follow Martha.

“Come on girls, make yourself respectable,” she said without breaking stride. “I got orders here that won’t serve themselves. Off ya tooshes and help me.”

“I’ll help, no worries.” Jamie snuck a finger into the dish. “Hmm. Martha, what are you doing differently with these eggs man? They actually taste good.”

The big woman swung a flabby arm in her general direction. “Get out of it, ya lazy good for nothing.” Jamie danced out of the way, cheekily.

Tina couldn’t help but smile. She had to defend her friend. “She’s just trying to help”